Sarah Connor Chronicles Drabble
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briteskiesThis was just hiding on my computer! I can't say I remember when I wrote this, but thought I'd share a nice, short little Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles drabble just for grins anyway.
** Paring: Cameron/John
** 206 Words
Silence. No movement. Not even a gust of wind.
A normal girl would have held her breath, bitten her lower lip, furrowed her bow; anything to show at least a hint of concern. But she was not a normal girl. Only a naïve fool would call her that.
He would be easier for her to carry if he were smaller. Not that John was particularly large by any means, but she was certainly no giant. He hung limp over her shoulder as she continued testing doors. It would be just as easy to kick one in, but that showed signs of a break in and would make them easier to track. She couldn’t have that right now.
“It will be ok, John,” she told him calmly as she laid him down. His forehead was gashed, the skin swollen and starting to bruise.
In the future, he had a scar there.
“You will be ok,” she said again, and sat down beside him, pulling his head into her lap.
Things were confusing sometimes. Logic told her that his head needed to be elevated to slow the blood flow. But she wanted – and she was quite sure she understood the term “wanted” correctly – just to hold him.
** Paring: Cameron/John
** 206 Words
Silence. No movement. Not even a gust of wind.
A normal girl would have held her breath, bitten her lower lip, furrowed her bow; anything to show at least a hint of concern. But she was not a normal girl. Only a naïve fool would call her that.
He would be easier for her to carry if he were smaller. Not that John was particularly large by any means, but she was certainly no giant. He hung limp over her shoulder as she continued testing doors. It would be just as easy to kick one in, but that showed signs of a break in and would make them easier to track. She couldn’t have that right now.
“It will be ok, John,” she told him calmly as she laid him down. His forehead was gashed, the skin swollen and starting to bruise.
In the future, he had a scar there.
“You will be ok,” she said again, and sat down beside him, pulling his head into her lap.
Things were confusing sometimes. Logic told her that his head needed to be elevated to slow the blood flow. But she wanted – and she was quite sure she understood the term “wanted” correctly – just to hold him.
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Date: 2008-11-03 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-03 10:54 pm (UTC)you should link this at